Beautiful Force by Ella Quinn Read Free Book Online Page B

lingered on her cheeks. This was her last chance. She stood slowly, hanging her head as she pretended to take the walk of shame toward her desk. Her eyes flashed on the clock that hung on the wall.  
    “It’s getting late. Maybe we can meet tomorrow,” Allison suggested with a flat intonation.  
    It was her intent to end their doctor-patient relationship for good. At this point, she was willing to take her chances. She had vowed years ago that no man would ever corner her again.
     “But—” She turned to face Jace, sighing long and breathy, as if her heart was breaking. “Perhaps, it would be best if I recommended you to another therapist,” she said, making a painful expression as she flipped through her address book. Without any hesitation, she jotted down the name and number of Ann Tucker and handed him the slip of paper. “This person is the best therapist in town, and she is a dear friend,” she said with a fake smile, maintaining her composure and holding down the anger that was bubbling inside. 
    The truth was Allison had no idea who Ann Tucker was aside from the fact that she was a nosey roly-poly therapist that she had met at a convention a year ago. During that event, Ann Tucker had asked her, at least six times, over the course of the weekend, how she stayed so thin?  
    Ann even followed her into the lady’s room and accused her of puking after she ate. Allison finally told Ann that her secret was eating cock after each meal.  
    To Allison surprise, Ann thanked her and then asked, “Do you have to swallow, dear?”
    That’s when Allison’s weekend boy-toy burst out of the bathroom stall and said, “Absolutely.”
    Ann turned ten shades of red and vacated the restroom immediately. The rest of the weekend Allison witnessed Ann sneaking off to the restroom with a few different waiters after their meals.  
    Allison wrote in red marker on the back of Ann Tucker’s business card “GUILLIBLE” in all capitals! This was a common, and useful practice for Allison. She may not remember someone’s face or the origin of having their cards, but her one-word descriptions kept it all factual for her. There was never a mystery business card in her filing system without a descriptive word on the back, referencing the owner’s personality traits. She had many cards at her fingertips to pull from depending on her business goal.
     
    Clint Wilson, Tennis Coach – CHEATER
    Sergeant Troy, Police Officer – THEFT
    Patrick Jones, Hotel Entrepreneur – SWEET
    Steven Ross, Football Player – HOTTER than they get
    Sandy Conner, Yogi Instructor – LESIBAN
    Terrance Rogers, Judge – CHEATER
    Wade Conroy, Congressman - PERVERT
    Dr. George Handinger, Plastic Surgeon – NARCISSUS
    Karl Nickels, Pool Maintenance Man – HOT MESS
    Jay Ward, College Professor – Book smart – DUMBASS
    Jon Bon Jovi, Lead Singer – BEEN THERE
     
    The list went on and on. Ann’s gullible repertoire fit into the protocol as the perfect replacement therapist for Jace. If he disclosed to Ann, anything about their sexual indiscretions, Allison already had a blackmail plan spinning around in her brain. It would be a simple plan.
    In confidence she would ask Ann if the weight-management plan that she recommended was effective? This would surely keep Ann from exposing her to the medical board that she crossed the line with Jace. If that didn’t work, Allison planned on threatening her that one of the men she saw Ann sneaking into the lady’s room was her favorite cousin. It would be a total lie but it could work. Mrs. Very Married Ann Tucker would have some explaining to do to her husband if she ever breathed a word of her affair with Jace to anyone.
    “No, I don’t want the best. I want you.”
    Allison spoke over Jace; her ego was getting the best of her. “Correction, I am the best in town, but Ann is who you need.”
    “No...I still need your help. You can’t stop seeing me now.” Jace crumpled up the paper with Ann’s number